Eternally Regressing Knight Novel - Chapter 840
Chapter 840: Chapter 838 – Astrail
Chapter 838 – Astrail
Ten days had passed since the fight with the Salamander and Themares’s natural integration into the group.
Was it that Dragonkin were highly adaptable?
He lived among them with a surprising casualness.
He wasn’t picky about his food, nor about where he slept.
He ate as much as the knights ate and slept as much as they slept.
No, to be precise, he slept for as long as Enkrid slept and ate when he ate.
He never left Enkrid’s side, and it was incredibly natural.
“Is the Dragonkin after my position?”
It had reached a point where Shinar would throw out such jokes, but no one paid it much mind.
To borrow Rem’s words:
“He’ll figure it out. What’s it to me?”
That’s probably what he would have said.
In other words, everyone had returned to their daily lives.
The only slight difference from usual was that they didn’t push their bodies too excessively, whether in sparring or training.
It was noon, with the sun beating down.
Perhaps due to the Salamander’s influence, the ambient temperature had been as hot as before for a while.
It had rained a few times, and the humid air raised the level of discomfort.
Of course, it was a humidity that Luagarne would have found quite satisfactory.
She, too, had shown a brief interest in the Dragonkin, but she didn’t make an excessive fuss.
As always, the Frog’s attention was focused on Enkrid.
The direction of her curiosity had not changed.
It was a time when that Frog had also briefly left to immerse herself in her own training.
On the tenth day, during one of their endlessly repeated spars, Enkrid cut Themares’s neck.
Red blood spurted where Dawnforged had passed.
Themares, with his neck half-cut, stabbed Enkrid’s heart with his own sword.
Even with a severed neck, the speed and power of his thrusting blade did not diminish in the slightest.
With a puk, the pure white blade pierced through the Will protected by the ironclad technique, cut through the muscle, and split the heart.
Normally, one side should have been protected by Dragon Scales and the other by Beelrog’s hide, but that was not the case.
It was because they were competing purely with wits, without scales or armor.
A win or a loss?
That couldn’t be determined.
They were doing it for enjoyment, after all.
Naturally, the cutting of necks and stabbing of hearts were virtual.
They were fake.
If it had been real, both would have died.
Just because you’re a knight doesn’t mean you can live with your heart pierced, and just because you’re a Dragonkin doesn’t mean you can live with your neck cut.
They had fought in their minds, repeatedly revealing and concealing their intentions through hand and foot gestures, gazes, and sword-gripping stances that were no more than a flinch.
A virtual spar, perhaps.
To fight in more detail, they mixed in hand and foot gestures in the air and showed movements that shifted their center of gravity enough for the other to perceive.
Sweat trickled down Enkrid’s back.
At first, he had been manageable, but now he could no longer be called an easy opponent.
Could I win if we fought for real?
Could I kill him?
He would have to try to find out.
In half a month, the Dragonkin had closed the gap in their skills.
And Enkrid had learned just as much.
“It is strange,” Themares said, blinking.
The favor held in his vertically slit eyes, called Dragon Eyes, was still there.
“I was thinking the same thing. You’re peculiar. Is your insight extraordinary? A racial trait? That last technique, you imbued your entire body with will and thrust as if on auto-reflex, right?”
Was the Dragonkin’s insight amazing?
Yes.
And Enkrid was amazing too.
He had seen the technique the Dragonkin had shown in his mind and had grasped its core.
It went beyond not being stingy with teaching; he was not stingy with learning either.
He always saw and accepted everything with an open mind.
Hadn’t this very trait blossomed and allowed him to become a knight?
His insight was comparable to a Dragonkin’s.
And yet, the Dragonkin’s insight was still surprising.
When one becomes a knight, they gain an insight called an eye that sees one step ahead.
A Dragonkin is born with it.
That is why lies do not work on them.
By reading will, they possess a skill close to mind-reading.
Needless to say how useful this was in a fight.
‘Orthodox swordsmanship doesn’t work.’
That’s because Themares’s eyes see through deception.
Conversely, the orthodox swordsmanship Enkrid had created was a deceptive art based on solid fundamentals.
‘A method of digging into a weak point and thrusting, based on the flowing sword.’
His fundamentals of swordsmanship were solid, but he had pioneered his own style from the beginning.
His insight, an inborn eye, was excellent at identifying his opponent’s weaknesses.
Their spar was half swordplay, half conversation.
In that time, Enkrid had also heard why the Dragonkin had remained here.
“My intuition is very sharp. That intuition tells me that if I stay by your side, I can meet it.”
A Dragonkin possessed insight.
A being capable of vague precognition.
They held such a mystery.
It couldn’t be for nothing that they could change their gender at will and become hermaphroditic beings.
“Meet who?” Enkrid asked.
“The being that interfered with my duty.”
There was no chill in the Dragonkin’s answer.
No resolve was revealed either.
It was the tone of a scholar listing facts, speaking of something that must be protected.
So, should it be called chilling instead?
He spoke of a set fact as if it were nothing, but if you looked at the other side of it, it made you feel a chill.
Of course, Enkrid was unfazed.
He was a man who wanted to eliminate the entire demon realm.
An armistice ends a war, and an apocalypse means the end of the demon realm.
That is what he wished for.
A man like that could take the Dragonkin’s words about meeting and crushing a single demon as nothing special.
“Your intuition is sharp,” Enkrid nodded.
Considering the minions of the demon that had come for him, they would come again.
If not, he would find them.
“We do not forget a being that has interfered with our duty,” the Dragonkin added.
To them, duty was the reason for living.
It was surprising that he felt interest and fun in a human, but Themares still needed a duty.
He needed a room to find a new duty.
Just as he had always done.
But before that, a Dragonkin collects the price from the one who interfered with his duty.
This, more than anything else, was the priority.
Besides that reason, Themares had remained here because his heart had been moved.
That in itself was nothing short of amazing, even to the Dragonkin himself.
Of course, no one here thought of it as anything special.
“What did you expect from his demonic charm?”
“He is a man who can even charm the goddess of fortune.”
To borrow the words of Rem and Audin, Enkrid was this kind of man.
In the afternoon, Krais, who had been watching the spar, asked, “You’re not planning to gather all the races, are you?”
A knight order with a half-giant, a Frog, a beastkin, a Dragonkin, an elf, and humans.
Of course, the Dragonkin was not an official member of the knight order, but in Krais’s eyes, he seemed to be seeping into the knight order like rain on dry ground.
‘It would be nice if he seeped into the salon, too.’
Well, if not, then not.
“Shouldn’t we change the name to the Inter-species Knight Order?”
It was a joke.
“And I heard from Esther…”
Krais is busy.
He had no reason to visit so often without a purpose.
“Spit it out.”
Esther had discussed a crisis.
Moreover, she had even predicted the timing of the visitor’s visit with considerable accuracy.
Because of that, Krais had lost sleep for about three days.
This anxiety, no matter how much he suppressed it, constantly raised its head.
The anxiety he had suppressed while awake came out in his dreams.
It was a dream where the city was burning and several magicians in black robes were capturing citizens and locking them in an underground laboratory.
The content was so specific that it was even more unsettling.
In his dream, Krais had also learned the reason for the experiment and had seen the future fifty years from now.
The Border Guard had become the second womb of the devil, and a new devil was born here.
‘The Demonic Devil of Charm.’
It was an evolved version of a succubus, a dream demon that bewitches people with just a look.
It was a shitty dream.
That was why.
Krais, engulfed in anxiety, had taken various measures.
The words he was now relaying to Enkrid were also about that.
“I’ve informed everyone of their positions and what to do. Esther spoke with conviction, but if things go south, you’ll have to respond on your own.”
Krais had done his job while beating his anxious heart—he had actually been hitting his chest and had been caught and lectured by Luagarne.
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And so, another three days passed.
A black shadow once again cast itself over the Border Guard.
Naturally, most of the citizens and regular soldiers didn’t even know what was happening, but a shadow had come to the city.
In a way, it was an opponent more troublesome than the Salamander.
After returning to the city, Enkrid had not devoted himself to training at full strength.
His spars with the Dragonkin, while they crossed the line in his mind, were restrained in person.
It was the same for the others.
Of course, to an ordinary person, it would seem like a crazy thing to say, but by Enkrid’s standards, it was so.
He was scratching his cheek where a scab had formed from a scrape by Baek-a—the Dragonkin’s sword’s name—when a member of Esther’s magic unit came to him.
“They’ve come,” he said.
The tone was not urgent, but the meaning contained in the words with the missing subject was clear.
“Jaxen?”
“Sir Jaxen has already moved.”
“Let’s go.”
Enkrid threw on another hooded cloak over his own and headed out of the city.
He passed the training ground, left the inner castle, and walked without rest through the well-paved road to the outer castle gate.
He hid his face as he went, and those he knew, he passed with only a look.
“All clear on duty, and you, this way.”
Only a very few personnel knew that Enkrid was leaving.
The one guarding the gate today was the chief of security.
Vengeance nodded to Enkrid.
He was one of the few who knew Enkrid was leaving.
His mission was to come out on the pretext of checking on the duty posture, deliberately call Enkrid out, and let him leave.
“Is the kid growing well?”
Enkrid asked as he passed.
“Very much.”
A smile naturally formed on the speaking Vengeance’s face.
Enkrid had seen Vengeance’s child in passing.
What would that child become when he grew up?
Protecting that child and people like him, those who stood behind him.
Enkrid knew his job well.
With the short conversation with Vengeance at an end, he stepped outside the city walls.
The Dragonkin followed behind him.
“You look like your blood is boiling, Enki,” said Themares, who had come to call him by a nickname in just a few days.
“I’ve told you several times, you don’t need to say everything you see, Themares.”
The Dragonkin’s social adaptability was not that great.
He said everything he saw.
“That beastkin doesn’t wash because she dislikes revealing the scent of fear.”
For example, he would dig into Dunbakel’s wound so casually.
“This salamander bastard?”
Of course, Dunbakel had fought back.
“That elf has lived for a very long time. If we were to count the years…”
“Have you ever seen such a rotten potato sprout of a Dragonkin?”
There had been such incidents.
“That witch, too, though she is human, the days she has lived…”
He had also spoken easily to Esther and had shown the feat of cutting through D’Mulle’s Blizzard with Baek-a.
Esther had stopped the Dragonkin’s mouth with her actions, not her words.
Well, he was gradually getting used to this kind of thing.
At the place where Enkrid was heading, the older Esther was waiting.
A witch who was not as old as Shinar, but clearly older than himself.
As soon as Esther saw Enkrid, she said, “Your eyes look strange.”
Enkrid vaporized his thoughts and asked back, feigning ignorance, “Mine?”
Rem, who had joined with almost no time difference, said, “I told you, the commander’s eyes go strange sometimes.”
Enkrid ignored Esther’s strange gaze and asked Rem, “Are the others in their positions?”
Rem nodded and replied, “In their positions.”
Krais believed that in a fight or a battle, the one who is properly prepared before it begins, wins.
Esther also agreed with that.
Originally, magicians and witches were those who prepared.
A prepared magic is several times more dangerous than one that is simply cast.
Through Esther, all of the Madmen Knight Order knew that fact well.
Krais had said to Enkrid with hollow eyes, “If you can pierce beyond such an opponent’s expectations, the blade you draw in that moment will be a sharper dagger than any other.”
Preparation is in the realm of prediction and speculation.
A magician’s inspiration can receive all of that as something close to a premonition, but…
“Esther is more outstanding than the ones coming now, right? That’s the premise.”
Krais is a genius.
Esther, in her own way, agreed with that statement.
He had devised a strategy with Esther’s abilities also in the realm of his calculations.
“Coming out to greet us?”
It was a wide land, having left the Border Guard and the main road.
A land close to a wasteland, so dust occasionally rose.
In front of it, an old man in a gorgeous white robe embroidered with gold thread spoke.
About a dozen people in gray robes followed behind him.
Esther had predicted the movements of the magician who was targeting her.
Krais, worried about the demon’s machinations and retaliation, had heard about the mad spellcasters targeting Esther and had prepared.
“What can they do?”
Krais had asked, and Esther had told him what she knew.
Because she had rich experience dealing with them in the past, Esther knew a lot.
More than what Krais wanted.
“Commander.”
Krais had immediately called Enkrid and then even Abnaier and had held a strategy meeting.
He had also asked Esther again.
“What is a magician’s weakness?”
Astrail.
A gathering with the meaning of a group that chases the stars.
Esther had said it.
Magicians are originally beings who do not know how to get along.
“They are arrogant,” she had said.
They were beings who would not think that they would be struck down by a mere blade.
Esther had said they would think that way, and Krais’s eyes, hearing those words, had sunk like something precipitated in a cup of water.
The light in his eyes had dimmed, and he had repeated his thoughts in his head.
The genius, engulfed in anxiety, had recognized the magician’s weakness.
After that, the first person he had sought out was Jaxen.
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Chapter 839 – Slaying the Spell
“What can a knight do?”
Krais did not let this question converge on a single answer.
‘They all have different specialties.’
What if he entrusted a stealth mission to Audin?
‘Wouldn’t it become a semi-frontal assault?’
He could walk silently if necessary, but his build was conspicuously large.
He wasn’t nicknamed the Bear-Beastkin for nothing.
‘What if he entrusted a tracking mission to Ragna?’
Killing the target would be a problem in and of itself, but whether he could even return was also uncertain.
Fel was specialized in one-on-one combat, and Ropord fought well while commanding a unit.
Of course, they could manage even if their roles were switched.
Because that’s what knights were.
‘Is specialty the only problem? Disposition is also a problem.’
For example, what if he told Enkrid to cut down a thousand enemy soldiers overnight?
He wouldn’t do it.
Being able to do something and being filled with the will to do it are two different matters.
‘He would find the path that results in the fewest deaths.’
That didn’t mean he would avoid battle, nor would he turn away from the horrors of war.
The path Enkrid had walked was too harsh for that.
He knows how sharp the blade of reality is.
And that blade cuts through flesh, digs through muscle, and slices through entrails from unexpected places.
He will cut if necessary.
He will fight if it is justified.
Enkrid would do so.
Both specialty and disposition had to be considered.
And so Krais did.
‘Then, if we limit it to killing, not fighting, regardless of whether the opponent is a magician or not?’
Jaxen could not guarantee victory in a frontal confrontation with anyone.
But if he was told to kill, it was a different story.
He does not show his true skills.
It was a habit ingrained from living as an assassin since childhood.
What happens when the man named Jaxen sets his mind on a target?
No one would answer honestly, but no one would truly ignore him.
“Information. I need everything you know about the opponent.”
Krais had requested a role from Jaxen, and he had asked that as if it were a matter of course.
“I don’t know. Because I don’t know, you have to do it, Jaxen.”
However, Krais only knew a fraction of what he needed to know about them.
“What I know is this. Among the ones belonging to that group, there isn’t a single one who hasn’t conducted a human experiment. There was a time when such a trend was popular among them.”
“A trend?”
“It’s an experiment of planting a star in a person.”
It was something that made one nauseous just hearing about it.
“They implant a tool that has collected Will or magic into a human body. Shall I put it more simply? They tried to make a human body into something like a spell object, using it as a tool.”
The reason?
Esther knew the reason well.
Krais relayed her words.
“It’s the same principle as cooking. Using the human body as a cooking utensil.”
It was something they did without discriminating against adults, the elderly, or children.
Was this all they did?
Astrail, this group with a grand name, does not see other intelligent beings as people.
In a way, they are more cruel than demons.
Is it because they are human that they can be more cruel to their own kind?
Because humans are a species most specialized in adaptation?
“Living life, sometimes things that don’t make sense shamelessly show their faces.”
Jaxen, after listening to Krais’s words, nodded his head.
A nod of permission.
When faced with things that were outside the realm of understanding, Jaxen dealt with them in a consistent manner.
Krais wanted to see his consistent manner this time as well.
“So you knew we were coming. It wouldn’t be magic detection. How did you do it?”
The white robe, embroidered with golden thread, glittered.
The magic imbued in the thread itself was the magician’s preparation.
It would be no trouble at all to kill a few knights with the spells embedded in his robe.
At least, that’s what he believed.
He had never tested it.
He just felt it was natural because he knew the principles.
Therefore, he thought it was more of a headache to have to kill only the chaff in front of him, leaving the Child of the Stars.
It meant that keeping the Child of the Stars alive while fighting was more of a nuisance.
Their gazes crossed.
Esther, the owner of the blue eyes, opened her mouth.
“It was magic detection.”
“You extended your detection range beyond the entire city to this far?”
It was beyond his common sense.
The magician furrowed his brow.
At the same time, a light burst from his robe.
It was because his disciple and subordinate, who had been right behind him, had suddenly charged.
The magician’s gaze turned back.
In his eyes, he saw a blade emerging from within a gray robe.
‘Where do you think you’re going.’
A white light bursts from the magician’s robe, and a protective spell activates.
This spell had three effects.
One was that the gravity within a three-step radius of him would increase.
The second was a reflection spell, where if he was stabbed with a sword, a sword of light would be created and stab back.
Even if it was an arrow, it would turn into an arrow and be returned.
Finally, the third was a spell called Light’s Restoration, which would save the caster from any injury that was not fatal.
It was a world of spells modeled after divine power.
He believed that this protective spell would save his life at least three times.
And a dagger, two spans long, cut through the carotid artery and the back of the cervical vertebrae.
Sskk.
Even though it cut through bone, there was barely any sound.
The dagger that had cut through his cervical vertebrae was not that fast, nor did it tear through sound.
As the neck was cut, blood spurted, and the half-severed neck dangled and tilted to the side.
No one calls a severed neck a fatal wound.
This was just death.
A moment of demise.
He had received the Reaper’s kiss in a single blow.
Jaxen had, at some point, disguised himself as a subordinate in a gray robe, and with a single blow, he had cut the throat of a magician belonging to Astrail.
Krais’s request had been to cut the throat of one magician the moment they faced each other.
The first blow, taking advantage of their carelessness, was Jaxen’s role.
The skin of the neck, hanging by a thread, was thin.
The severed head was heavy.
The skin, barely holding on, snapped, and the head fell to the ground.
The body, which had been spouting a fountain of blood for a moment, also tilted and collapsed.
Zing-zing-zing.
The light from the collapsed magician’s robe flickered and then went out.
A spell exists only if its caster exists.
A world of spells had just come to an end.
Some of the subordinates just blinked, unable to believe the reality.
Something they had never even imagined had happened.
What is this?
Suddenly, their master was dead.
Their reality was shattered.
“They are the same,” Esther said and waved her hand.
Following her gesture, blades of blizzard formed.
It was a creation spell that imbued the power of the frozen lands into D’Mulle’s scythe.
“Tundra Gale.”
At her call, magic flowed and met the world of spells.
The mystery that is a spell struck the necks of the remaining subordinates.
A few raised their staffs in resistance, but it was useless.
A shield of light containing hot heat was created, but it could not block the blades of the frozen lands.
Ssk, ssk, ssk.
Similar sounds echoed in succession, and the remaining subordinates all collapsed with their necks or heads cut off.
“Well, it seems we couldn’t even have a proper conversation,” Enkrid said, and Rem received his words.
“We can have the rest of the conversation with the ones coming now.”
Astrail is a group.
They are not beings who move alone.
But it was also true that for a group, they were a gathering without much binding force.
Esther had seen that there would definitely be someone who would come first out of greed.
Carelessness?
In fact, if you think about it, this wasn’t even carelessness.
It was just that Jaxen was amazing.
Jaxen flicked his sword and stood next to Enkrid.
The skill he had just shown was quite surprising.
Seeing the opponent’s protective spell activate, he had adjusted the speed of his swing, dodged the reflected sword that was aimed at him, and then, grasping the timing of the gap in the spell’s activation, a timing when the reflection would not repeat, he had dug in and cut only the opponent’s neck.
On the surface, it looked like a single sword strike, but if you looked closely, it was a total of three attacks.
Naturally, it was an attack that only Enkrid, Rem, and the Dragonkin had recognized.
‘He grasped the form of the spell with his left hand.’
The sword was in his right hand.
Jaxen had swung his left hand to find out what kind of effect the protective barrier had.
Then, he had adjusted his reaction speed as he swung his sword.
It was simple if you just looked at it, but the result was shocking.
Of course, that was from the opponent’s perspective.
Jaxen, without even a single pant, stood next to Enkrid with his arms hanging loose.
The dead magician’s blood stained the ground crimson.
Behind them, a second magician approached.
He flew in on something like a black tray, floating about two spans from the ground.
It was directly in front of Enkrid’s gaze.
And to the right, a new magician appeared.
This one was a woman.
She wore a wide-brimmed hat, and thin snakes were coiled around both of her forearms.
Again, from the left, another magician popped out.
He was so short he wasn’t even half of Enkrid’s height, and he was clad in a full suit of silver-glowing armor.
All three were old acquaintances of Esther.
“Looks like all the men I’ve dumped have shown up,” Esther threw a joke. Naturally, it was meant for Enkrid to hear.
“There’s a woman too,” Enkrid received her words.
“It seems all the people I’ve dumped have gathered. The Demonic Witch of Charm, that’s me.”
“…Isn’t that something Rem, or Shinar should say?”
Enkrid asked.
It was none of the two, obviously.
“Why do you always bring me into it? You looking for a fight? Huh?” Rem said, taking out his sling and letting it hang loose.
Esther had said it out of a mixture of apology and gratitude.
She might be a cold-hearted witch, but she was still human.
Everyone makes mistakes.
The moment she had spoken, she had wanted to turn back time.
In Enkrid’s eyes, Esther had no reason to be sorry.
From what he had heard, all those belonging to this group called Astrail deserved to die.
The Star-Chasers.
Some of the magicians who had been the origin of the incident of summoning a demon at the Tower of Wisdom in the past also belonged to this group.
They were beings who would burn the continent for the sake of an experiment.
They were also beings who would start a war for their own purposes.
Enkrid opened his mouth and spoke from his heart.
“You wanted to emphasize that you had many suitors, right? If you are envious of my ‘demonic’ title, I want to tell you that it’s not such a pleasant nickname.”
A red flush spread across the face of the witch who used composure as her weapon.
“The Demonic Witch of Charm, that’s me,” Rem imitated her words.
“The Demonic Witch of Charm. Should I move the information guild to spread some rumors?” Jaxen showed his favor.
“That witch is feeling shame right now,” the Dragonkin read Esther’s mind.
These crazy bastards only got along well in moments like these.
The one who teased her by babbling, the one who repeated her words and smirked, the one who pretended to show favor by offering to spread rumors, and the one who nonchalantly discussed her shame.
Esther, her cheeks slightly flushed, said to the three approaching magicians, “I am here.”
It meant that the witch they had been longing for was here.
She had tried to move past being teased, but were they madmen for nothing?
“The Demonic Witch of Charm, it’s that woman.”
“Right there.”
“It’s not a pleasant nickname, but if you want, I suppose it would be right for me to call you that too.”
“Shameful. Very shameful. It seems you are repeating such words in your mind.”
In order, Rem, Jaxen, Enkrid, and the Dragonkin.
Ah, should I just kill them all?
Esther was just contemplating whether to include them in the range of her spell.
There was no sense of crisis.
If you were to ask why…
“If there’s anyone among the three of you who’s here, right now, in order to do good and save people, speak up.”
It must be because of this man.
Enkrid spoke, meeting the eyes of each of the three.
Only Esther knew the full truth.
Enkrid slays spells.
An ordinary spell would not work on him.
Jaxen took a few more steps back.
From the ground where he had been, dirt flew, and four finger-sized vipers raised their heads.
“He dodged?” the witch on the right said with a smile.
She had mastered the art of commanding snakes and had built her world of spells with it.
Moreover, she had even transplanted the blood of a Medusa, said to live in the demon realm, into her own body.
A madness was laced in her smile.
“Do you care for these people? Then I will spare them, so follow me,” the magician on the disc in front said.
His specialty was black ore.
He shaped black iron powder and combined it with spells.
He was not an easy opponent.
Finally, the talent of the short magician, who was born with a heavenly punishment, was also extraordinary.
Enkrid ran forward.
Esther gestured to the right, and Rem turned his body to the side.
All the movements were simultaneous.
How could a magician’s eyes follow the movements of a knight?
Because they could not, they had also made full preparations.
However, those preparations were a little insufficient.
No, to be precise, they had underestimated the Madmen Knight Order of the Border Guard.
A black iron wall formed in front of Enkrid and enveloped him.
“Sleep in the black coffin!” the magician shouted.
A magician who had reached the stage of taciturn, forced to cast the spell.
It was that much that Enkrid’s charge had burdened and surprised him.
It was so even though he had prepared for this.
Enkrid, seeing the wall that was trying to envelop his body, accelerated once more.
And with that, the spell could not follow him.
The Dragonkin’s eyes held interest.
‘A move he has never shown before.’
A technique he had not seen in their spars until now had come out.
Rather than the interest in the technique itself, his interest arose because he could see the intention of the shining-willed human.
The Dragonkin, who had been watching, stomped his foot.
KUNG.
With that, the snakes that had been aiming for his feet from underground were all killed.
It was a technique of manipulating and radiating Will.
It had been over half a month since he had awoken.
The Dragonkin was slowly awakening the skills and strength he had forgotten.
Enkrid, who had escaped the domain of the spell with a double acceleration, cut the spell.
The prepared spell, a black mass that had flown in succession, was cut like tangled wool.
The spell, which should have exploded and spread a fatal powder to the respiratory system, did not activate.
He slays the spell.
It was a scene that suited those words perfectly.
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